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Kris Kohl

The Bad, Bad Bull

Submitted by Kristy Kohl on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 23:28.

Now being a mom is the best job in the world, although it has taken me away from riding as I used to know it. I have gone from riding all day everyday to taking the oppurtunity as I can. So the other day when I got the chance to ride and get a bull out of the pasture, while the girls sat in the truck at the fence and watched with the neighbors I jumped on it. I decided to hop on Super Chick and enjoy my time in the saddle. We headed out at a long trot across the pasture as I waved to the girls and felt the glow of sunshine and wind through my hair. Nothing like traveling a horseback! I listened closely to my instructions and nodded, although it sounded so simple I had to wonder if the bull was listening and would indeed agree to such a great laid out plan. It was simple, what could go wrong, bring the bull up the coulee and across the pasture to the trailer, where he would load right up and travel back to his appropriate pasture. Step one: Find the bull and get him going in the desired direction, easy enough. We found him wallowing in the deep grass, of course on the very opposite end of the pasture. That was easy I thought to myself as I was half in lala land just enjoying my ride. Step two, get him to the other side of the pasture by the gate and trailer. This should not be hard, just get behind him and move him up the draw and down the middle of the pasture. He moved out nicely right up the draw we had picked out and I rode along the top of one side encouraging him on (mostly dreaming of riding and loping through the sagebrush). Well, apparently this big red bull was not listening to the whole set of instructions for as he came out on the top of the draw onto the open pasture he decided he rather liked his new found home and proceeded back due East. This time he decided the draw was not the way to go and tried to hide up in the timber, which of course was too thick on horseback. So on foot we traveled, trying to taunt him out like kids bullying someone on a playground. He finally emerged into the open as we scrambled to mount up and direct him to the trailer. Round two, then three and four, he definately had it in his mind that this should be his new place of residence. Finally we got behind him and in the general direction he needed to be heading, along the fence. You guessed it, the grass is always greener on the other side. If he couldn't have any peace over here, he might as well jump the fence and try a new direction. Since my roping usually entails a little bit of fishing I was to keep behind him as we roped him and thus increased the level of encouragement to head to the trailer. As you might have guessed this worked well, for a little while. My job was to ride behind and keep him in the direction of the trailer, which suddenly sounded like a real bad idea to the bull. He had had enough and I was going to pay. He spun around and head down charged after me and Super Chick, who can't blame her decided to get the "Heck" out of Dodge. Now being rusty in the saddle it was a hairy minute trying to keep myself stuck in the saddle, I sure didn't want to be face to face with this mad bull on foot! I managed to stay on and collect myself with some new found adrenaline. From then on every time I tried to get behind him he was on the fight. Somehow we managed to get him to the gate and I got off and got the trailer gate open very cautiously keeping an eye on the bull who was out to get me. Then some yelling and commotion and he decided if he couldn't take me, he would take Justin who was holding him with the rope. Off he pranced and I think I heard him snicker as he waltzed back into the pasture with the loose rope trailing behind. Now we had a new step, get rope back without getting stomped into the ground and back to the trailer. Now at this point he was really not liking anyone or any horse and pawed ready to charge whenever we got within 30 feet of his territory. I managed to "hold" him, (more like keep him deciding which of us he should pummel into the ground) while we managed to get the rope on again to have him charge Justin and poor Sally once again. Now I am all for slow and gentle but when it comes to me or the bull, he needs to learn some R E S P E C T. He was determined NOT to go in even the remote direction we had asked for. There was a gate closer to that side of the pasture he was residing in so we decided to try a different angle. Trailer gate open and us blocking the rest of the pasture (as much as we could) the owner decided to come in and try to get the rope to Justin. I had my cell phone out to speed dial 911 and just new it would be a wreck. Can you imagine what happened next? I couldn't, that darn bull looked around, thought for a moment, and walked right into the trailer. 

Now the best part is I thought to myself that I had not succeeded in getting the job done, but my 3 year old daughter Emma was so excited to see me and said " That was a bad, bad bull mom!!!" "Good job mom, you got that bull in, he sure was naughty. You rode so good."  

Moral from a 3 year old, be proud of yourself if you get the job done, even if it doesn't go the way you had planned.